Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.